just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

[whattaprick]

Who: Everyone who's stupid enough to show up for this, because legal drinking ages are for people from a different century/planet.
When: Afternoon/Evening, Day 30
Where: Lakeshore
What: Local Carnival workers get wasted and set off fireworks by the lake.
Warnings: Carnival shenanigans, ie. booze, drugs, and people getting set on fire probably. Put any tag-specific warnings in your headers!

So, Wismuth happened.

Lambert's pretty willing to bet a good chunk of the Carnival is pretty happy to act like Wismuth didn't happen, but he also doesn't really care about what sorrows people are drowning or not tonight: he knows he needed this drink, and after he'd slept off the immediate exhaustion that came with running around Wismuth for nearly two weeks with the power of Creation more or less constantly burning through him, he's ready to something, anything to feel like himself again.

Fast-forward to the lakeshore. There's a huge bonfire going, a box of assorted fireworks that's been 'liberated' from wherever the hell engineering keeps their supplies, and probably a crate of wine that's going to disappear sooner rather than later. Anything else, someone's going to have to bring themselves.

[ ooc: This is a mingle log! Bring your own entertainment, food, questionable substances etc. ]

Comments

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya is, momentarily, distracted by the barriers around them that he forgets about the firework entirely to try and inspect it.] Really? Did he permanently change their state of being, or--?

[Of course, before he can continue that thought the firework goes off. Syrlya's attention snaps too it as it suddenly shoots up and off... and very narrowly misses a tree. At least it was a small firework.]

[dirthena]

( The firework cuts off most of what Lavellan was going to continue saying, and she grins wildly as it explodes. Missing a tree, thankfully, but the explosion is still noteworthy. )

Aiming might need some improvement. ( She says, with a small smile. As for the statues, well. ) I-- don't know. They were trying to kill me, too, so finding out if it wore off wasn't exactly a priority.

( Whoops. )

[chronosynthesis]

... Those turned to stone were trying to kill you, or the one doing the turning? [Just to be clear on the matter, although assuming they aren't here it probably doesn't change much.]

[dirthena]

Turned to stone. The one who was doing the turning has no desire to kill me personally. ( a pause, and she considers this for a moment. ) Unless I force his hand, for I have no doubt I am an acceptable loss as a byproduct of his plans.

( also about that... 'if they aren't here' thing. )

[chronosynthesis]

[An alliance temporary and born of pragmatism, then? He can understand that, and nods once.] Was it related to your task with your Inquisition? Or did you often find unrelated trouble?

[dirthena]

An unforeseen complication of the Inquisition existing, I think. An enemy of the countries I worked in and with decided to seize upon an opportunity that the Inquisition provided. The third party... took poorly to this. Most likely because the Qunari offend him. ( and solas can be a petty asshole when he wants to be. ) But trouble tended to find me regardless.

( partly because they tended to send her out to deal with it as the only qualified person, and also because her luck is just that bad. )